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BUKLmGTOH TRAVEST7 CLUB. 



CAST OF CHARACTERS. 



Medical Students 
'r of 

Roma University 



Conspirators 
and Villians. 



Julius Cesar, "Jewel-less Kaisar," 

Marc Antony, 

Lepidus, 

LuciLius, 

Messela, 

Dardanius, 

Cato, 

TiTINIUS, 
VOLUMNIUS, 

Cassius, I 

Brutus, / 

CiNNA, a Soothsayer, 
Trebonius, 

LiGARIUS, 

Casca, 

Metellus, 

Varro, 

Clitus, 

Strato, 

Lucius, 

Ophelia, the Lost Jewel, 

Bettina, \ Witches Borrowed 

Marie, > . from 

Evangeline, J Macbeth. 



Chorus 

of 

Aesthetic Rabble 



. Mr. J. J. Fleming. 
fMR. W. W. Dodge. 

Mr. L. C. Walbridge. 

Mr. B. H. Pollock. 

Mr. G. B. Salter. 

Mr. O. W. Smith. 

Mr. S. B. Harrington. 

Mr. J. S. Taylor. 

Mr. C. I. Millard. 
r Mr. C. J. Dodge. 
i Mr. R. M. Ewing. 
. Mr. J. T. Wheeler, 
f Mr. W. a. Watson. 
' Mr. W. B. Eaton. 

Mr. E. Marshall. 

Mr. W. G. M. Johnson. 

Mr. E. H, Brown. 

Mr. W. C. Rowley. 

Mr. W. F. McFarland. 

Mr. W. a. Heizer. 
; Mr. G. H. Tousey. 

{Mr. Ed. Harbach. 
Mr. a. W. Pierson. 
Mr. E. C. Gnahn. 



TRAVESTY CLUB ORCHESTRA. 



MR. JNO, C. MINTON, Musical Director and Pianist. 
MR. FRED HEIZER. 1st Violin. 

MR. F. N. FIELD, 2d Violin. 

MR. CHAS. WYMAN, Flute. 

MR. A. A.. SMITH, Cornet. 

MR. GEO. BOTT, Bass. 



A TRAVESTY WITH A SINGLE PUN." 



Jewel-less Kaisar. 



(CONTINENTAL FOR JULIUS C;ESAR.) 



AN ALLEGED TKAVESTY 

IN FOUR ACTS. 

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BUKLINGTON, IOWA, 

JOHN T. WHEELER, Publisher. 
1883. 



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COPYRIGHT 1883.— JOHN T. WHEELER. 
(all rights reserved.) 



AEGUMENT. 



The story of the travesty runs thusly : Ophelia, the charming though 
indiscreet daughter of Caesar, pronounced " Kaisar " by the continentals, 
(possibly because they didn't care a continental how it was pronounced,) 
when but a child, was feloniously stolen by the witches of Macbeth — in- 
cited by Cassius — and given to Polonius, of Hamlet fame to raisej — 
probably because he had a good hand, — in the abduction. After his de- 
cease, on account of Hamlet's rat poison, the] witches again hold her a 
prisoner, at a grotto, in Elsinore, All other reports to the contrary, not- 
withstanding. Her father, grief-stricken, searches far and wide for his 
lost jewel ; and was considered to have worthily earned the title, "^Jewel- 
less Kaisar. " The fact that he was police judge in Rome at the time, 
made the case more notorious. After three years of thorough and labor- 
ious search the judge bethought himself to offer, as a reward for her ap- 
prehension and safe return, — herself. This procrastination on his part 
was lamentable ; as the girl was aging all the time and was consequently 
depreciating in value as a prize, and — but we digress. The villian, 
Cassius, who once had a quarrel, at a ward-primary, with the aforesaid 
judge, and lived only in the thought to do him deadly injury ; having 
already enslaved the person, since he could not the effections, of Ophelia • 
heads a conspiracy, that finally culminates in the overthrow and apparent 
death of C^sar. Marc Antony, a lover of the Judge's daughter, 
having overheard the dark plot of Cassius, and finding the whereabouts 
of his inamorata, makes a successful attempt to rescue her; returns 
home to find his prospective father-in-law in the last throes of death ; a 
frightful illustration of the evil effects of an overdose of pork. Having 
resuscitated him, only to find his mind shattered, Antony directs his 
attention to the affairs of Rome. Cassius and Brutus, having organized 
the 20,000 (count 'em) Rabble into an army, decide to proceed to Pnil- 
ippi, in order to be historically correct ; and endeavor to conquer the 
allies of Rome under Antony, who were supposed to be terrible slayers 
as they belonged to the Medical profession. Cinna and the Three 
Witches, however, opportunely appear on the scene, and as a ballet, of 
course, easily conquer the rabble. C^SAR or Kaisar, as you like it, 
having regained his mind, condemns .the ring- leaders to death ; but after- 
ward listens to the voice of his child, and pardons them. The witches, hav- 
ing found their nomadic life distasteful, change it by diving into the sea 
of matrimony. Antony espouses Ophelia. Sorrow turns to joy. 

It may be claimed by some that this argument does not explain the 
play. If it does not, let us hope the play may explain the argument, " 



DRAMATIS PERSONS. 



Julius Cjssar • • Jewel-less Kaisar. 

Maec Antony, 

Lepidus, 

LuciLius, 

Messela, I . . . Medical Students of Roma University. 

Daedanius, 

Cato, 

TiTINIUS, 

Volumnius, 

Cassius, 1 

y Conspirators and Villians. 

Brutus, J 

CiNNA, ......." A Soothsayer. 

Trebonius, 

LiGARIUS, 

Casca, 

Metellus, 

Vareo, 

Clitus, 

Steato, 

Lucius, 

Ophelia, Daughter to Csesar. The Lost Jewel. 



Chorus of Aesthetic Rabble. 



Bettina, ^ 

1 
Marie, |- 

evangeline, j 



Witches. 



ACT. I. — Street Scene, Forum, Rome. 
ACT. II,— Grotto at Elsinofe. 

ACT. III. — Scene i. — Interior of Court Room, 

ACT. III.— Scene 2.— Interior of Medical Room. 
ACT. IV.— On the Field of Battle, near Philippi 



JeweWess Kaisar. 

(Continental for Julius C-t:saii.) 



ACT I. 



Scene. — Street Scene, Forum, Rome, Medical Students 

discovered on Stage, disputing. 
Mark Antony and Lepidus lead them. 

. Luc. Caesar, I say. 

Lep, 'Twere better Kaisar. 

Luc. Nay, nay I say, Caesar is the way in sooth, have we 
not heard it spoken thus by Booth ? 

All. Aye ! aye ! 

Lep. And yet the classic world gives you the lie sir, the 
pure continental for it is Kaisar. 

All. Oh! Fie 1 

Solo. — Lepidus. Air — ^'All on account of Eliza. ' ' 

The Travesty we're about to sing 

Is all on account of Kaisar, 
The way that you'll be taken in 
Is all on account of Kaisar; 
Though some still call him Caesar too — 
We trust it will be none of you, 
For this we know and know it's true, 
It's all on account of Kaisar. 

All. All on account, all on account, 
All on account of Kaisar. 
For this we know and know it's true, 
It's all on account of Kaisar. 



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Lep. J. Kaisar was the name he had, 
All on account of Kaisar; 
When small he was, a Roman lad, 
All on account of Kaisar; 
Though corn he held he was no hog — 
Nor yet the one who wanted a dog, 
But let this fact in your memory jog, - 
It's all on account of Kaisar. 

All. All on account, all on account, etc. 

Luc. {Aside.) All right, have it as you please sir, yet to 
me it always will be Caesar. {Noise without.) 

Ant, Ah ha, what's this, that in it's coming, makes such 
unseemly babble? 

Lep. Methinks it is that ignorant aesthetic rabble. 

Mess. Then must we off, for with such micks we must not 
mix, lest it harm us in our politics. 

Lep. Let's to our surgical home repair, and anatomize 
all cases there. 

Mess. But ere we go, let each throw up his dicer and hur- 
rah for Police Judge Kaisar 1 

(^Exeunt Students hurrahing, leaving Marc Antony and Lep- 

IDUS on stage.) 

Ant, Thou goest not? 

Lep. Nay, 'twas but a ruse, my thoughts too heavy are 
for such light minds; I would a word with thee. 

Ant. Go on ; I await your word. 

Lep. Methinks thou ponderest overmuch of late years, 
good Antony. 

Ant. (Aside.) (My spirit wars within itself, can I trust 
him with this?) Lepidus, canst thou a secret keep? 

Lep. Aye, thine and mine. 

Ant. Judge Kaisar, the king, so called (and rightly too^ 
think I,) mourneth his lost daughter, Ophelia. One dark 
and stormy night, when nature in her wildest moods did 
move; when thunder crashed and vivid lightning flashed, 
lost he her, while returning from Lupercal feast. 

Lep. Alas ! 

Ant. 'Twas three long years ago and yet, 'twas as though 
the hungry earth had gaped and swallowed her from mortal 
sight ; for nothing was there heard nor seen of her till now. 

Lep. Left she no trace? 



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Ant. Nay, yet 'twas said the Macbeth witches did then 
appear in Rome, and some do shake their heads and say 'twere 
they. 

Lep, a sad story truly, but to you — 

Ant. {Interrupting?) To me it is everything. I loved 
Ophelia; forty thousand fathers could not with all their 
quantity of love make up my sum. In losing her, great 
Kaisar lost a child; I lost my life, my soul; but find her I 
will, though the sun stands still and all on earth do oppose 
my will. 

Lep. And I, thy friend and partner, will assist. 

Ant. Your hand. {Shake.) 

Lep. Aye, it is a good hand. 

Ant. Let us pass to other scenes and faces, I'll seek my 
love in devious walks and places. (Ant. and Lep. exeunt,) 

{Enter TKKEO'iiWJ^ and Rabble with lutes, mandolins, etc.f in 
slow walk, playing as they sing, ) 

Chorus. — Am — ^^ Twenty love sick maidens y — Patience. 

Twenty thousand rabble we — 

Rabble much against our will ; 
Yet this rabble must we be 

Till. we finish our play bill. 

Real star parts we wanted all, 

To immortalize our name ; 
But were crushed before the call. 

And remain unknown to fame. , 

And yet humble though we are 

We will notice get, my boys — 
For what e'er we lack in lines, 

We will make it up in noise ; Ha ! hi-ki-ya. 

Tre. Let us stand here awhile, in unique rows, and as- 
sume the true aesthetic pose, 

{Rabble pose in intense positions at back of stage. Enter CiN- 
NA with proclamations.) 

Solo. — Cinna. — Air — From Evangeline. 

My name is Cinna, I come between -a 

The rabble and the king; 
In magic dealing, black art revealing, 
' Or some such sort of a thing. 

All. Or some such sort of a thing. 



CiN. Each potent spell I know quite well, , 
And every herb that groweth ; 
In witches charm, fortelling harm, 
My heart with rapture gloweth. 

All. His heart with rapture gloweth. 

CiN. And yet I've seen one, this maid a keen one, 
Comes creeping in my waiting heart ; 
This pleasant feeling, all through me stealing ; 
Oh Love ! I know now what thou art ! 

All. Oh Love ! he knows now what thou art ! 

Cm. {Soliloquy.^ • For three long blissful years, this Lu- 
percal, have I lived on that one smile. And to exist, so long 
on one smile showeth consistency, and consistency is a jewel. 
And yet, she is also one. Strange ! She gave to me this 
flower ! *Twas for remembrance, she said. I know not. 
I am unversed in the language of flowers. They tell she is 
a witch. Mayhap. For truly hath she bewitched me and 
may she more, say I. Such witchcraft shall be with patience 
borne. {Kneels f) Oh ye gods and little goddesses! assist, I 
pray, to find me, that darling girl I left behind me. 

All. Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! 

CiN. Beg pardon, gentlemen, growl not like bears, I 
simply paused awhile to say my prayers. Saw you my mas- 
ter, good Antonio? 

Tre. , Nay, we saw not master, good, of thine, whom 
bad men fear; only the tail of his toga flyin', as we did en- 
ter here. 

CiN. Then must I off", — but ere I go I have some news to 
tell. 

Tre. Well, tell it quickly. 

CiN. Old Kais., the king, comes here to dwell. 

Tre. That news is sickly. 

Cm. But wait, this last may meet your approbation. 

All. Heed ! heed ! 

CiN. He sends this timely proclamation. 

All. Read ! read ! 

Cm. You'll notice it's put up in most elegant shape, 
with a liberal sprinkling of red tape — 

All. Oh! Oh! Oh! 

Cm. Brave Romans all, lend me your ears ; {All turn.) 
Good gracious, what whoppers ! The king, from all his 
hoarded wealth, hands out to you these coppers: {Reads. ~) 
Anna virumqui cano, Trojae qui primus ab oris — 



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Tre. Stop ! stop ! that latin talk won't do for modern 
chorus. And the metre also suits us ill ; this is Caesar, not 
Virgil. 

Cm. True, true, but still it might have been, I'll change 
the language, and go it again. {Reads.) To all of whom 
these presents come — Greeting; I, Kaisar, Rex, and Royal 
King, with Crown, and Mace and Signet Ring, have now 
concluded to do this thing — by jing ; to he who will my 
daughter bring, his praises will the nation sing, and joyful 
be the meeting ; To he who finds my lovely daughter, wheth- 
er on high land or water ; brings her safely to my side, shall 
have her for his charming bride. Then let all search the 
country o'er, in every nook and cranny; all through the 
forest, glade and dell, and over mountains many. Be he of 
high or low degree who finds my sweet offspring, — it will be 
all the same to me, I'll do the dead right thing. Yours res- 
pectfully, J. Kaisar, King. 

Tre. In other words, says ' ' Finder, keeper ; ' ' Humph ! 
that's fairly good ; he couldn't get her cheaper. 

CiN. Now I consider this generous work and I've money 
to back it, so in order that all may read, right up here I'll 
tack it. {^Tacks proclamation to lamp post.) Farewell, kind 
friends, for all over the nation, must I post this proclama- 
tion, consequently I have no time to waste, in other words, 
I go, post-haste. 

{Exit CiNNA running.) 

Tre. ''Be he of high or low degree. " That may mean 
me, or some of ye. 

(^;z^^r Cassius ^«^ Brutus sijtging.) 

Duet. — Brutus and Cassius. — Air — From Electrical Doll. 

In politics, there's lots of tricks; 

We have him now in quite a fix ; 
We hold him strong within our grasp. 

To do as we may choose. {Repeat with dance.) 

Bru. Hence ! home ye idle creatures, get ye home, is 
this an holiday ? 

Tre, Yea, to the true aesthete all days are hollow days in 
dull, sleepy Rome. Nothing is beautiful, naught is sweetly 
unique. You all live in the prosaic valley of commonness, 
while we, alas, like wounded birds do beat our wings against 
the steel bars of stern reality, when we would soar far above 
ye all. 



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All. {^Bowing their heads.) Alas ! 

Cas. What ! Know ye not, that being mechanical, ye 
should not walk upon a laboring day without the sign of 
your profession ? Speak ! what trade have you ? 

Tre. No trade have we in such a place as Rome. Divine 
sun-flowers are unappreciated in the market place and holy 
lilies may be gotten for a song. 

All. {As before.') Alas ! 

Bru. I understand you not. But tell me how you do ap- 
pear to-day upon the streets in such queer regalia and remain 
unmolested by the police? Speak! 

Tre, We sir, do make merry day for Kaisar. Sort of a 
political picnic, as it were. 

Cas. You blocks ! you stones ! you worse thali senseless 
things ! Oh you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, know 
ye not that Kaisar said in his last speech : ' ' Oscar Wilde be 
blowed?" 

All. {^As befo7'e.') Alas ! 

Cas. Begone ! Run to your homes, fall on your knees, 
pray to the gods to intermit the plague that needs must light 
on such base ignorance. 

Bru. Go ! Go, good contrymen, and for this fault as- 
semble all the aesthetes of your sort, draw them to the Mis- 
sissippi's banks and weep your tears into the channel, till the 
lowest stream do kiss the most exalted shores of all — 

{Exeunt Rabble, singing, — ^'Twenty thousand, etc. ") 

Bru. {Aside.) (And we have no more sand bars.) See 
where their basest metal be not moved, they vanish tongue- 
tied in their guiltiness. I fear me Kaisar hath strong hold 
on their affections. 

Cas. Aye^ do you fear it ? Then must I think you would 
not have it so, 

(Marc Antony and Lepidus appear at back, listening.) 

Bru. I would not Cassius; yet I love him well. But 
wherefore do you hold me here so long ? What is it you 
would impart to me ? If it be aught toward the general 
good of the party, set money in the one hand and office in 
the other, and I will look on both indiiferently. 

Cas. 'Tis well. Then speed I to my purpose. Would'st 
know where ignoble Kaisar's child, Ophelia, remains these 
three long years ? 



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Bru, Yea, in her grave she lies; and you do in your 
words, if you differently say. 

Cas. Nay, I lie not at all, and least of all in this. She 
is not dead, though better for Kaisar that she were. Thou 
know'st I bear much ill-will against the self-called king. He 
did me greivous injury in a way of which thou art not igno- 
rant. Standing on the corpse of my political hopes, I swore 
eternal enmity to him and his'n. Whisper, I hold Ophelia 
in my power. 

Ant. (^Aside.) Horrors ! Can my ears be true to me ? 

Lep. Silence, good Antony. 

Cas. Guarded by witches three, in a grotto at Elsinore, 
hold I her, till she shall do my bidding. Rare obstinate 
she is, but she at last must yield. Ah, what's this ? {Looks 
at proclamation, and with Brutus reads it. ) 

Ant, Heard' St thou what he said ? 

Lep. Aye, each separate word is burned as with a seeth- 
ing iron on my mind. 

Bru. 'Tis a strange, yet generous offer. 

Cas. Humph ! Patience is a great possession. By it I 
am enabled to reach, as with one step, my most complete 
revenge. She shall now be my wife. 

Bru. Your wife ! How about Evangeline ? 

Cas. (^y^r//;?^,) (Evangeline !) Think not of her. Listen 
grand Brutus : Kaisar must die. Do not start. But assist 
me in this bold undertaking and I will gild your brow with 
highest power political. 

Bru. {Soliloquy.') To do this thing it likes me not, I 
fear me I may rue it. But his ambition must be crushed. By 
Jupiter, I'll do it. {Grasps hand of Cassius'.) But let us 
think some way quite handy, and study well the modus oper- 
andi. 

{Exit Brutus.) 

Cas. She shall be mine in the fall. 

{Taking proclamation, Exit Cassius.) 

Ant. {With spirit.) They stood there, Lepidus, there 
upon the streets of Rome and plotted, forsooth, against a 
giant, of whom their pigmy selves should stand in awe. 
There, those lurking mice did place themselves and scheme to 
kill a lion. If no thunderbolt did strike and crush them, 
believe me, heaven cared not to waste her ammunition. All 
ye heathen gods do help, now, I implore, or Kaisar and Oph- 
elia will be in life no more ! 



LiiP. You're too general, Antony, you can't blame 'em 
if they do not help ; you ought to name 'em. 

Ant. I'll call on but one. Great Mars ! Thou battle 
god ! Hurl me^thy sword, thy helmet, armour, and blood - 
red shield ! 

{Articles drop from above: Thunder, lightning, etc. ) 

Ant. Good gracious he quickly heard my word. {Trem- 
bling?) I'm so flustered ; I'm nearly ausgespielt. 

Lep. {Taking up armour.) ''Take what the gods give 
thee, " is sage advice, climb in, you'll be ready in a trice. 

Ant. {Putting on armour.') Ah yes, the fit is very nice. 

Lep. If aught can give success, these arms will bring it. 

Ant. That's very true, suppose we sing it. 

Solo. — Antony. — Air — '' There's a letter in the candle. " 

There's a maiden in a grotto, 

Impris'ned close by witches three ; 
To deliver' 11 be my motto, 

I'll set Ophelia free. 
My heart grows light and lighter 

As to the task I go, 
I'm destined to be a fighter. 

For the fates fortell it so ! 

{Chorus of gods above.') 

Brave warrior bold, we the gods declare ; 

To insure you vict'ry, we will all be there. 
Brave warrior bold, we the gods declare ; 

To insure you vict'ry, we will all be there. 

Lep. Away, away, away. 
Ant. Away, away, away. 
All. Away ! 

{Curtain.) 



ACT II. 



Scene. — Grotto at Elsinore. Night. Ophelia at back- 
ground in cage. Cauldron over fire. Ogres. Three witch- 
es , with bags of gold, singing: 

Trio. — Witches. — Air — " Elsie Dear. " 

Oh ! we guard her in the grotto, — Elsinore ; 

Here within the forest shade, so dark and grey ; 
From our keeping will she wander nevermore, 

Till she, her lord and master, will obey. 

Bet. Three long years have we held her in our power ; 
Yet her disposition does not seem to sour. 

Trio. Oh ! we guard her in the grotto, etc. 

For our labor we are recompensed with gold 
From the coffers of a rich and glorious man ; 

On such bounty will we hold her till we're old, 
And as many other maidens as we can. 

Bet. You see we stay at Elsinore for riches, 
'Tis the orthodox habit of witches. 

Trio. Oh ! we guard her in the grotto, etc. {^Repeat,') 

Bet. When shall we three meet again ? 

Mar. In thunder, lightning or in rain. 

Evan. When this travesty is sung ; 

Mar. When Ophelia's lost and won ; 

Evan. That shall never be I vum ! 

Bet, Pshaw, I see you're on mischief bent ; that sounds 
like Watson's advertisement. Get you to your cauldron, 
stir it 'round and 'round, while I recline here upon the 
ground. My tired nature seeks sweet repose, {^Lies down.) 

Mar. {Aside.) And discourseth music through its nose. 

Bet. Double, double toil and trouble, fire burn and caul- 
dron bubble. {Sleeps.') 



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Oph. {SoUloqity.) I the lost jewel am, and yet, not 
Juliet, but rather Ophelia. 'Tis said in Hamlet that the 
jewel inside this jewel is also lost. Ah liie, 'tis false ! 
Thanks to the gods ! For though decked out poorly, clear 
sanity clothes me in its folds complete, and bright reason 
holds here it's firmest seat. 

Bet. (^Startifig.) What say you? 

Mar. I spoke not. 'Twas the owl. 

Bet. Oh, owl right. (Sleeps.^ 

Oph. Though caught so tightly in this strong seine, in- 
sane I am not. My father ! Great as your boundless love 
is for me, so great is my dispair. Liberty, sweet liberty ! 
in any shape would I welcome thee ; be thy form ever so 
fearful or manner dubious. Nay, all have forgotten me ; 
even Antonio's son, whom they call brave and valient. Yet 
he once did whisper of love to me and I, foolish one, did lis- 
ten. That I do love him, (more's the pity,) I will explain 
in appropriate ditty : 

Solo. — Ophelia. — Am — '^ Oh, Such a Virtuous Gardener, 
am I. " — Billee Taylor. 

Marc Antony is a soldier bold. 

You'll know him by his visor. 
Something has whispered in my heart : 

He'll save Ophelia Kaisar. 
For three long years this girl has lived, ♦ 

With no one to advise her ; 
But when he comes, she'll rescued be \ 

He loves, he loves Ophelia Kaisar. 

With his helmet, and his armour, his blood-red shield ; 
His enemies, they tremble, whene'er he takes the field. 
His valiant deeds are echoed over land and over sea ; 
Oh ! Such a brave warrior is he ! such a brave warrior is 
Marc Antony ! 

If one were worthy of his love. 

Right loyally he'd prize her; 
Pray heaven that the fortunate one 

May be Ophelia Kaisar. 
And he who'd thwart him in his love 

Must be an early riser ; 
Brave, valient, thrice-heroic Marc 

Must wed, must wed Ophelia Kaisar. 
With his helmet, and his armour, (Etc.) 



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{Enter Cinna. Falls over Bettina.) 

CiN. Another confounded log. The woods ate full of 
them. I am lost. Aimless I roam ; I would I were at home 
in Rome. 

Bet. I would you were too, and so would also my feet ; 
to be all trampled over is not refreshingly sweet. 

CiN. That voice ! Those features ! The witch Bettina ! 

Bet. Yes ! Yes ! And thou, I think, art Cinna. 

CiN. I will not deny it. 

Duet. — Cinna ^;^^ Bettina. — Am — ^^ Gobble Song,'' Mascot. 

CiN. Although I am not very chunky, 

I rest, sometimes, upon my donkey ; 
Bet. And I will own to more than that : 

I love right well a little cat ; 
CiN. And when I hear it bray alone 

It makes my heart quite melancholy. 
Bet. And when kittie attacks a bone 

It makes me laugh and feel quite jolly. 
CiN. I, thou more than donkey, love ; 
Bet. And thou, much more than cat, I love ; 
CiN. When he sadly brays : Waugh-he ! waugh-he ! 
Bet. When she mews her miaue ! (Etc.) 
CiN. The tender tones from out his throat. 

Do oftimes move me much to pity j 
Bet. And when it frolics with the goat, 

I like to watch my little kittie. 
CiN. The soulful murmurs of it's voice. 

Thrill me with sweetest agitation ; 
Bet. And when it purs, I do rejoice, 

And love without exaggeration. 
CiN. I, thou more than donkey, love ; (Etc.) 

CiN. So thou art she who gavest me this flower so long 
ago. And you are really a witch ? I think you told me so ? 

Bet. Yes, I am a witch ; and being so, thou knowest 
which I am, you are the who^ pray may I ask, matrimo- 
nially, the when'> 

CiN. {Aside. Great heavens ! I smell a breach-of-prom- 
ise suit.) Nay, fair creature, press not me, though I would 
thee. Until my master has Ophelia found I do not dare to 
woo. 

Bet. Oh ! If that's refusal's only ground, I may im- 
part a clew. {Retire to back of stage, cofiversing.) 



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{^Enter Marc Antony.) 

Ant. No sail ! No sail from day to day 1 But stop, — 
although alone in this forest garden, I'm not rehearsing 
Enoch Arden. I must be near the place ; It looks like Elsi- 
nore ; I'll boldly muster courage up and quick this cave ex- 
plore. 

Oph. Mark Antony, speak, what seek you, so far from 
Roman streets? Answer low, they'll hear you; 'tis Ophelia 
that intreats. 

Ant. {Aside?} (The words and voice do both proclaim 
the fact that it is truly she.) I came, imprisoned maiden 
fair, to rescue thee. 

Solo and Chorus. — Air — "Virginny Johnson.'" 

Ant. Oh, say my love, will you come along with me, 
Hey Ophelia, ha Ophelia, ho Ophelia Kaisar ? 
Sweeter by far than a huckleberry tree. 
Hey Ophelia, ha Ophelia Kaisar. 
I wake up in the morning and see the sun shine, 
I think in its light I see those eyes of thine ; 
It makes me laugh, I'm merry all the time. 
To think of the happy time when you'll be mine. 

All, Oh, say my love, (Etc.) 

Oph. Oh yes, my love, I'll go along with thee. 

Hey Marcus, ha Marcus, ho Marcus Antony ; 
Stronger thy love than a sycamore tree, 
Hey Marcus, ho Marcus Antony. 
When stars, at night, in the heavens would appear, ^ 
I felt, some way, that you were always near, 
And in my heart, I never knew a fear, 
Through the long years I've been imprisoned here. 

All. Oh yes, my love, (Etc.) 

Bet. Oh no, good sir, she'll not along with thee, 
Nay Marcus, na Marcus, no Marcus Antony, 
We'll be as stubborn as an osage orange tree, 
Nay Marcus, no Marcus Antony ! 
You think you're great, as brave as brave can be. 
You'll find your match in us, the witches three, 
And from our wrath you'd better quickly flee. 
For the best you can do is to give up this idee. 

All. Oh ! no, good sir, she'll not along, (Etc.) 



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Bet. No, she can't go. 'Tis very romantic I know, to 
be rescued, but it ain't business. 

Ant. Oh, 'tis money you want. (Aside.) (I'm not very 
rich, but I may scratch enough to bribe a witch.) How does 
fifty-seven cents strike you ? 

Bet. How much ? 

Mar. I have a discovery made, not on that my fancy tick- 
les. The gold, forsooth, that Cassius gave is only street car 
nickles ! 

All. What ? 

Mar. 'Tis very true, look here, 'tis money queer, and 
even then 'tis rusted. 

Bet. That's terrible, — 

All. Unbearable ! 

Bet. I'm thoroughly disgusted. 

Ant. Then ladies, listen to the tuneful melodiousness of 
my voice ; I will unfold a scheme; 'twill make your heart 
rejoice. ( Coughs. ) 

Cm. And now I think you'll hear him go it; as soon as 
soon as he clears his obstreperous throat. 

Solo. — Marc Antony. — Air — '^Malonef s the Man'' 

Judge Kaisar's the man, you should understan,' 

There's none other richer, nor wiser ; 
He has large bags of gold and wealth that's untold, 

But still he's in nothing a miser. 

All. (With swinging dance.) Judge Kaisar's, (Etc.) 

Ant. You return him his child ; with pleasure gone wild. 
He'll meet you with words sweet as honey. 
And as you go 'way, you'll cheerfully say: 
He's showered us completely with money. 

Witches. Agreed, agreed, 'tis money we need, 
You seem to be sort of relation ; 
Now you shall see Ophelia set free, 
As we utter our queer incantation : 

(Spoken in concert,) 

Wit. Mystic powers that close enshroud us ; come come, 
come. Return ye now the gift allowed us, 

Cm. Fe, fie, fo, fum. 

Wit. Break the bars that here encircle, (Door of cage 
vpens.) Burst the chains in which she's bound; (Chains fall 
off Ophelia.) We celebrate a new Lupercal ; the potent 
vcharm's unwound. 



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Oph. (^Coming out of cage, to Witches?) I may go you 
say? It seems too good to be true. {To Antony?) In this 
I'm supremely glad. I owe it all to you. 

CiN. Oh, don't mention it^ I beg of you. 

Ant. 'Twas a quick pleasure I gave, for it's returned 
again to me. But lets away — 

{^Enter Cassius.) 

Cas, Hold, hold, I've something to say. 
All. What you ? 

Solo.— Cassius. — Am — ^'^ Lover' s Breast' '' 

Although unwillin', I am the villain, 

You see the play requires one ; 
I cannot let you go, because I love so, 

Indeed you must be mine. 

I suppose you come, sir ; only for fun, sir ; 

But really I protest ; 
I am her only beau, they will tell you so, 

Your presence I detest. 

Cas. Yes, you see, I've had her encaged for three years. 
But joking aside, sir, she must be my bride, sir. 

Ant. Bride me no bride, stand aside, or over your frame 
will I glide ! " {Drawing sword?) 

Cas. Fain would I beware lest he stick me so, for over 
the Styx must I then go. 

CiN. My courageous heart beats fast and faster, there'll 
be a fight as sure's my name is Cinna, I ought, I know, to 
back my master, — but I think I'll back Bettina. {Gets be- 
hind her. ) 

Bet. Lay on MacSnuff, and let him quit, who gets 
enough^! 

Solo and Chorus. — Air — Lorenzo* s song, Mascot. Clashing 

time with swords. 

Cas. In fair fight we list, why came you? why came you? 
But still as you insist I will lame you. 

{Thrusts Ant. in right shoulder?) 

Ant. {Changing sword to left hand. ^ 

To rescue her, I came,, you villain, you villian ; 
You but wish to larae, \yhile I'nx here for k,illin** 



—19— 

\C Assivs /a//s dying. Music beating slow stepping time, Cinna 
goes to him, and returning front, sings. Evangeline ^^<?j- 
immediately after him to Cassius and bathes his wounds from 
bottle bearing label " ." 

CiN. Cassius is surely dying, 
All. Surely dying ; 

CiN. We'll quickly speed to Rome, speed to Rome; 
Ophelia must be flying, must be flying, 

She should be safe at home, safe at home. 
These woods are very damp-y, very damp-y. 

Country life's a bore, life's a bore ; 
Then let us quick decamp-y, quick decamp-y. 
Good-bye, fair Elsinore, fair Elsinore. 

With protecting arms around entwined. 
Clasping each fair maiden to his heart ; 

Hoping that we all may be destined 
Nevermore to part. 

(Antony embraces Ophelia. Cinna--Bettina. Witches 
each an ogre. Cassius sitting up, smiles. 

( Curtain^ 




ACT III.— Scene i. 

Scene. — Court scene of Judge Kaisar. Grand Travesty 
March of Medical Students and Rabble, closing with song. 

Air — '^ Minton' s Materia Medica March.'' 

From Roma's learned halls we come, 

A class of medics gay ; 

Although we keep her secrets mum, 

We can with safety say : 

Whenever Kaisar holds his court 

We get an holiday, 

And girding on our armor bright, 

We gladly march away. 

Then right foot forward, left come and report, 

Our crowd select, with heads erect. 

Before you now disport. 

Then right foot forward, left come and report, 

We always turn out in full force. 

When Kaisar holds his court, {^Repeat.') 

When Kaisar holds his court, 

When Kaisar holds his court. 

(^At close of march arrange themselves at each side of stage.') 
{Enter Kaisar, Cinna and Trebonius, as they enter.') 

Cm. Beware ! Beware ! the Ides of March ! Dire days 
around you glide ! 

Kai. My make-up stiff contains much starch, you march 
off and 'ide ; I, quickly to my bench alone. I would it were 
my throne. {Seats himself on bench.) 

Solo. — Kaiser. — Air — ' 'Judge' s Song, ' ' Trial by Jury. 

In me, good friends, you now see a judge, 

In appearance quite contented j 
But a pleasant face may conceal a heart 

Of justice unrelented. 
I've an ambition strong, of a vigorous type — 

While attention to the lav/ I'm feigning, — 
A police-judge, you see, any one can^be^; 

Yet, as a king, I want*tQ be reigning. 



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All. a police -judge, you see, any one can be ; 
Yet, as a king, he wants to be reigning, 

Kai. With my well-known exploits, in peace and war, 

My country should now be acquainted ; 
By changing 'judge' to 'king' you give the right ring, 

And place me canonically sainted. 
'Tis the title I want, not the kingdom itself; 

To be called by the name is the main thing ; 
A police-judge, you see, any one can be ; 

Yet, as a king, I want to be reigning. 

All. a police-judge, etc. 

Kai. For now I'm a king ! 
All. And a good king, too ! 
Kai. Yes, now I'm a king ! 
All. And a good king, too ! 
Kai. , Tho' it no peace will bring; 
Yet, I'll ever, ever sing, 
And I'll live and die a king ! 
All. And a good king, too ! 

{Enter Cassius and Brutus, with petitions.') 

Tre. {Amazed, to Cassius.) You here ! Why Antony 
said you were deader than a hammer ! 

Cas. I was killed but came to life again ; 'Tis common 
in late melodrama. 

Kai. {^Rapping.) Order ! Order ! in the court ; I '11 be 
my own crier, to show I 'm not afraid, you (to guards) may 
retire. {Medical students bowing exeimt,) And now that the 
entire room is clear, and guards don't line its border, your 
petitions, gentlemen, will I hear, if they benefit the order. 

Bru. I have the honor to present a petition from many 
people, that there be built on Sixth street bridge a steeple. 

All. {In refrain.) Grant us this to-day. 

Judge Kaisar, we pray. 

Kai. Oh fudge ! Oh fudge ! Why call me judge ? A 
word of truer ring is the royal title king. 

All. King ? 

Kai. King. 

Cas. Oh, please, in acquiescence bow, to the ordinance 
of the festive cow. 

All. Grant us this to-day. 
King Kaisar, we pray. 



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Kai. Nay, Nay, Nay. 

Tre. The Boat Club not to be behind in this matter, 
ask you to furnish medals for the next regatta. 
All. Grant us this, CEtc.) 
Kai. Nay, Nay, Nay. 

Bru. This last no doubt your modesty shocks — beware ! 
We each do crave a stock-holder's box — take care ! 
All. Grant us this, (Etc.) 
Kai. Nay, Nay, Nay. 

Duet. — Brutus and Cassius, — Air — ^^ Look at that,''' etc., 
Chimes of Normandy, 

We can't stand that, we can't stand this, 
He, all we ask, declares amiss. 
He is unjust the people cry ; 

(Showing huge sausages.') 
We are prepared, Kaisar must die. {^Repeat.) 

(Cinna eats his sausage. All crowd around Kaisar present- 
ing petitions.') 

All. Grant this, grant this. 

Gas. Whilst thou would'st reign, the nation's in a fog ; 
Since thou so swinish art, here's more hog. {Stabs him.) 

Bru. Far better sauce we hoped from age. I'm tired of 
this clatter. I now present this sausage, I think 'twill end 
the matter. {Stabs?) 

Kai. Et tu, Brute ? Then die Kaisar. 

Gin. Eat two! good gracious! no wonder he died! 

(Duet. — Brutus and Gassius. — Air — '^Thmzder Song.'') 

The bloody deed is done, is done : 
Judge Kaisar is dead, dead, dead. 
We quick and quicker run, run, 
We now are fled, fled, fled. 

{Enter Marc Antony.) 

Ant. Stand aside, I would to the King. What? Great 
Kaisar cut down in the midst of his blossom ? 

Kai. {Aside.) Poor Marc ; he little thinks I'm only 
playing 'possum. 

Ant. Alas ! quite dead -, he whom I hoped for a relation. 
Let 's to the market place with him, I '11 deliver my oration. 

{Rabble Picking up Kaisar, march around.) 



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Chorus.— Air— ' 'Ellsworth's Dead March. ' * 

We, to the market place proceed, 

With sad hearts dejected; 
For the judge est mort indeed, 

'Twas to be expected. 
See his toga pierced with hate ! 

All his wounds are crying : 
Catch the fiends, pursued by fate. 

Who, through the streets, are flying. 

We, to the market place, etc. 

{Exeunt bearing body, feet first. ^ 

{Curtain^) 



ACT III.— Scene 2. 

{Recitation room in Roma Medical College. Physiological 
plates, skeletons, skulls, miscellaneous instrmnents , machine 
covered with cloth. Lepidus and medical students dis- 
covered. 

Chorus. — Air — From Olivette. 

A muscle, a muscle, a sinew and a bone. 

Or in any part of anatomy — 

You'll find us quite in tone. {Repeat.^ 

Dar. Speaking about a muscle, reminds me of what a 
wonderfully complex and intricate structure the human frame 
is in its entirety, I'll give you for instance — 

Cato. a rest. 

Dar. The skeleton for example. 'Tis a well known fact 
that there are 5873 bones in the physical anatomy, not 
counting the smaller ones contained in the ear. 

Cato. 'Ear, 'ear. 

Dar. The skeleton — 

Cato. Aye, ''the skeleton in the closet." Your song, 
Lepidus, your song. 

Lep. I am sorry, but I can't sing, but I say, the daughter 
of the King, she can sing, with the true artistic ring, all the 
songs you bring; but for me it's no easy thing. 

All. Go ahead ! Go ahead ! 



—24— 

Solo. — Lepidus. — Air — " Never take the horse shoe from 

the door. 

Lep. There's a story handed down in medical history, 
Before the days of Fleming or Dr. Jones, 
That you'll find on earth in every domicile, 
A closet dark, containing human bones. 
If none you'd wish your secret ever learning, 
And hope to keep it sung forever more, 
Let each and every one take kindly warning. 
Never let the skeleton out the door. 

All. If none you'd wish, etc. 

Dar. Gentlemen, I must insist on order, as I go on with 
my thesis. 

Lep. Yes, boys, let's give the best of attention, for if any 
one has dug to the very root of all learning, it is Dardanius, 
he's such a great borer. 

All. Good, good, great bore, ha, ha. {Knock without.^ 

Chorus. — Air — '' Whist ! the Bogie manV 

Whist ! whist ! whist ! There's some one knocking there. 
Go 'way and quit your fooling, we have no time to spare ; 
Then whist! whist! whist! he still keeps knocking there, 
And knocking, too, the double-knock that none but med- 
ics dare. {Repeat.') 

Dar. Who knocketh there at the college gate, demand- 
ing admittance, at hour so late ? 

Ant. It is I, it is I. 

Dar. a trifle more specific please, — 

Ant. Marc Antony. 

Dar. Attention minions ! Marcus Antonius stands with- 
out. Draw up the portcullis, spring the draw-bridge and 
admit the brother. 

{Enter Antony and Rabble with body. Rabble exeunt.) 

Dar. {With knife, approaching body.) Taking a muscle 
from the right arm which connects — 

Ant, Hold ! hold ! I say, beware thou of infection ! 
Think' St thou I brought great Kaiser here as food for your 
dissection ? 

All. Kaisar, say you ? 



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Ant. Yea, the noble lord and master of all this fair 
domain, lies there, thrice buffeted and cruelly slain. Like 
great Atlas, stood he, in the Forum, bearing the wrongs of 
larger worlds of beings, than did Atlas ; yet when the ele- 
ments upon these worlds did war, his under-pinnings, mis- 
called friends, gave out and proved doubly recreant to their 
glorious trust. 

All. Cruel ! cruel ! 

Ant. And more (alas the times, that I should say it,) 
being friends, and trusted by him, gave to their cruel weap- 
ons a double wound. 

All. Friends ! say you ? 

Ant. Yea, 'tis true ; cautious Cassius cast his carrion 
claw upon, and killed himself (politically) in killing Kaisar. 

All. Alack ! alack ! 

At. And brutal Brutus broke the bonds of brotherhood 
in butchering this bold and brilliant being. (Sods.) 

All. Revenge ! Revenge ! 

Ant. Aye, revenge is sweet, full sweet ; but better far to 
rob dark villiany of its sting, by killing its effect. Methinks 
I may yet bring back to those limbs of Kaisar strength ; to 
those cheeks a color of life ; — 

All. How now ? 

Ant. My great invention ! 

Solo. — Marc Antony. — Air — ''Dick Deadeye' s Song,"" 

Pinafo7'e. 

Dear friends, all give to me your kind attention, 

Sing hey ! The jolly patent that it is ; 
While quickly will I tell of my invention, 
That from investigation has ariz' . 
All. The jolly, jolly patent ; the jolly, jolly patent, 
The best and surest patent, for this biz. 

(Kaisar is placed on patent.') 

Ant. The first thing that you do, you get a dead man, 
Sing hey ! The ghastly business that it is ! 
And then you lay him lengthwise in the long pan, 
And then you'll surely hear the patent whi^ ! 

All. The jolly, jolly, patent, etc. 

Ant. New life is coming, rushing through his veins again, 

Sing hey ! The jolly patent that it is ; 

Awakening animation takes the reins again ; 

Occasioned by the patent's merry whiz. 



—26— 

All. The jolly, etc. 

(Kaisar is thrown out upon the floor!) 

Kai. {Aside.) (This new life comes only through great 
shaking ; like medicine, it must be so before taking ; and 
playing dead is real hard work, I'll be blind like Dunstan 
Kirke. What ? Can't close my eyes ? That's too bad ; tut, 
tut, I see, I must go mad.) {Simulating madness,) A king 
of shreds and patches ! He stole the royal diadem and put 
it in his pocket — Aye, Ophelia ; a gayish child, ladies, my 
only daughter — Cassius, bah ! I like not scant men! — Yes, 
she went a straying — Nay, nay, I say, Brutus is my honorable 
friend, the noblest Roman of them — The ides of March ! 
ha ! ha ! — A wee child ; but high thoughts do fly in children 
small — Nay, I will not die so, not die so! — {Sinks into chair.) 

Ant. His acts are strange ! his words are hazy ! It can- 
not be that he is crazy! Speak, most Royal master ! 

Kai. La la, Adown a meadow a daizy grew ; kissed by 
the winds that 'round it blew, la la. 

All. Alas ! alas ! 

Dar. Physical life, 'tis true, we brought back, as we 
pleased ; but ." who can minister to the mind diseased ? 

Kai. See ! see ! A Crown ! It beckons me ! I follow ! 
Lead on, lead on ! I come. {Exit.) 

Ant. I also follow thee, though no crown I saw, Ophelia 
never would forgive, if I lost my father-in-law. {Exit.) 

Dar. ■ A lesson take from this, a sad and mournful fact. 

Lep. Pshaw ! It will come out all right in the last act. 

Solo. — Lepidus. — ^Air — ^^ Pretty Little Maiden^''' Patience. 

Though you may not think it, life is often drear ; 

The stoutest heart is sometimes racked, 
Yet with rare good feeling, dame nature dear 

Righteth all things in the last act. 
Though there may be trouble, it will end in bubble, 

In the last act, in the last act. 

{Enter Cinna.) 

CiN. Where's my master? Not here? That's bad. The 
rabble, gentlemen, are mad. Incited by Brutus and Cassius, 
they've determined to thrash us. 

TiEP, To arms ! To arms ! In phalanx strong, we'll do 
our best to right this wrong! 

CiN. And the witches and I some part must play, we'll 
organize in an Amazon ballet. 



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SoLO. — CiNNA. — Air — ' 'Bob up Serenely. ' ' Olivette. 

Now comes the time for brilliant fighting, 

To the war we'll gladly go ; 
And then, when our wrongs, we're righting. 
And then, when our wrongs, we're righting, 
Advance we boldly, advance we boldly. 
Advance we boldly to the foe. {Repeat,') 

{Curtain?) 




ACT IV. 

Scene. Battle field near Philippi. Brutus, Cassius and 
'KKS?,\a'^,%dressed as warriors ^ discovered on stage. 

Bru. Brave Romans all, I say, this is no masquerade, for 
danger are we sighting ; though in warrior's suiting, 'twill be 
no dress parade, but real hard fighting. 

Tre. We all of us will try. 

Cas. Try? aye more, and make no blunder ; working 
for liberty and home, we'll whoop-it-up to 'em like thunder, 
and then go on to Rome. 

Tre. We'll whip 'em or die. 

Chorus. — Air — From II Trovatore. 

On to the battle, on to the battle. 

Never so much as a whimper or sigh ; 
On to the battle, on to the battle. 

Brave trusty motto : '' conquer or die." 
All our friends leaving, maidens are grieving, 
Sorrow and fear o'ercloud their brow; 
With armour flashing, manner so dashing, 
We go forth to the battle now. 
On to the battle, etc. 

(^Cheer in distance.') 

Cas. Hark ! the enemy ! I hear their cries ! Let's try 
some scheming games ; by hiding here, behind the flies 
we'll surprise them, ^ /(S; Jesse James. {Hide in flies ,) 

{Enter K^T. andM.^T>. Stu.) 

Ant. And thus great Kaisar walks, truth stranger is than 
fiction ; as his own ghost he stalks, so fearful his affliction, 

Lep. Strange phantasies in madness lurk, his lot is hard, 
— ^but see, fresh foot-prints ! We must to work ! Be on 
your guard ! 

Cas. andBRV. {Coming out.) A truce ! a truce ! 

{Enter Kaisar with sheet over him,) 
Bru. The deuce ! Who are you ? 



—29— 

Kai. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. 

Bru. Why comest thou ? 

Kai. I'll meet you at Philippi, ta ta. {Exit.) 

Bru. Great Kaisar's ghost ! He'll meet me at Philippi. 
Not if I see him first. Once again, a truce ! a truce ! 

Ant. Very well, come on, although we suspect a ruse. 

Cas. We suggest a compromise : you may the offices hold, 
which you have fairly won ; while we'll assist, like Croesus 
old, in the handling of the mon'. 

Ant. To let an enemy assist, 'twould be quite funny ; 
nay, we will manage both offices and money. 

Cas. Then die ! (Rab. spring out with weapons. Med. 
Stu. cowering.) 

Lep. Don't kill us, good mister Brutus. 

All. Help ! Murder ! Thieves ! 

{Flourish of Trumpets, Enter Cinna and Witches as Ama- 
zons, in ballet costume. Rab. fall back, trembling. ) 

Quartette. — Cm. and Wit. — Air — '' Good-bje to Chloe.'^ 

Oh, 'tis not a frequent thing, that you hear the ballet sing, 
For their time is mostly taken up in prancing; 

But strict attention pay, to the swing of this ballet. 
As deftly they begin their merry dancing. 

{Execute figures, closing with tableau. ) 

{Re-enter Kaisar.) 

Kai. I'll meet you all at Philippi. 

{Enter Ophelia.) 

Oph, Where's papa? He's led me such a chase, I'm 
really afraid I'm scarlet in the face. Oh ! 

Kai. Go away ! Thou'rt a toad-stool, a lizard, bah ! 

Oph, Oh no, I'm not. Oh, that he might once more 
his right mind and his daughter know. 

Ant. Can you not think of some olden nursery rhyme, 
that will gather his wandering thoughts ? Try 'im ! 

Oph. I'll do it; ''Oh, Father, dear Father, come home 
with me now, the Clock in the Steeple strikes two." {Bang, 
bang !) 

Kai. {Starting, throwing off sheet.) Ophelia ! My lov- 
ing daughter ! 

Bru. and Cas. Great Kaisar ! 

Ant. He sees her. 



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CiN. See him seize her. 

Luc. There, I always said it was- Caesar. 

Kai. Sweet daughter thou hast charmed me back to san- 
ity. 

Cas. Whether thou be what thou seem'st I know not ; but 
if so, I claim thy daughter as my discovery. Thy procla- 
mation {Shows proc.) says : '' Be he of high or low degree, 
who finds my sweet offspring, it will be all the same to me, 
I'll do the dead right thing." 

Lep. What great assurance ! 

Kai. It is just. What I've written shall be done. She 
must, I see, become your bride. 

Oph. Oh, woe is me, his love I shun ; I would I had 
already died. 

Ant. This is indeed tough ! 

Solo. — Evangeline. — Air — From Merry War, 

Let joy remain throughout your life. 
Let joy remain throughout your life ; 

I will explain, I am his wife, 
I will explain, I will explain, 
I will explain, I am his wife ! 

Cas. Don't speak so shrill, why need you cry it. 
Don't speak so shrill, why need you cry it, 
If you'll keep still, I'll not deny it. 
If you'll keep still, if you'll keep still. 
If you'll keep still, I'll not deny it. 

Ant. The villian is unmasked at last. 
Kai. Thy crimes are many, Cassius, and you, Brutus, 
are not spotless. Prepare to receive your sentence. 

Duet. — Cassius and Brutus. — Air — From Electrical Doll. 

In politics there's lot's of tricks. 

He has us now in quite a fix. 
He holds us strong within his grasp. 

To do as he may choose. {Repeat.') 

Kai. Let them all be led forth, and twice beheaded, 
that we may be doubly sure of their death, 

Oph. Oh father ! Do not let death mar our wedding 
day. Can it be my lover has nothing to say ? 

Ant. I'll do my best to quell the gathering storm. Par- 
don them, oh King. They may yet reform. 



—31— 

Kai. I will, though I feel I hadn't oughter ; gentlemen, 
accept your lives as a present from my daughter. 

All. (^Kneeling.) Thanks, most noble Princess, 

CiN. (^Leading up Bettina.) Oh King, when you 
were crazy, I was not lazy, but wooed with all my life this 
maiden fair, with auburn hair. May I have her for my wife ? 

Tre, {Leading up Marie.) Since thou hast given me 
my life, my ambition soareth higher ; I humbly ask that I 
may wed this handsome witch, Marier. 

Kal Let pure love reign, without alloy, I grant you 
both, since I am king. And now that sorrow turns to joy, 
a closing anthem let us sing. 

Solo — Kaisar and Chorus.— Air— '' (9«/)^ a Pansy Blossom. ' ' 

Ah! 'tis only a Roman story, 

Of Caesar and his time ; 
And yet to me far truer 

Than many a hist'ry rhyme ; 
Bringing us back the March-time 

Of an age so long ago. 
When he found his lovely daughter, 
And vanquished every foe. 
Although a free translation 
Of Shakespeare's glorious theme. 
We hope 'twill find a welcome, 
And pleasant to you seem. 

All. For, 'tis only a Roman story, etc. 

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Manager Retail Department. Proprietor. 

H. A. BROWN & CO. 

Are THE Leading Dealers in 

KINE BOOTS AND SHOES. 

Ladies' Fancy Opera Slippers and Fine Shoes, Gents' Opera 

Boots and Dancing Pumps, and all Fine Goods a Specialty, 

as we carry the Finest Stock in the city. 

INSPECTION SOLICITED. 
217 iSToRTH Main St. H. A. BROWN & CO. 



Established 1868. 

W. H. DEMPSEY & Co., 

Importers, Manufacturers and Jobbers of 

FINE CIGARS AND TOBACCO 

And Smokers' Articles, 

214 North Main St. BURLINGTON, lA. 

THE LARGEST ESTABLISHMENT IN THE CITY. 



Bishop Bi^os. ^i^initing (Company, 

PRINTERS. BINDERS, 

CQanufagitui^ing Staiiiionei^s, 

BLANK BOOK MAKERS AND ENGRAVERS, 

Corner Main and Valley Sts. 

Entrance on Valley St. BUl^LINGTON, lOWA. 



Wholesale and Retail 



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confectionery and nuts, 

California Fruits and Aspinwall Bananas. 
200 Jefferson and 301 Main Streets, 

BURLINGTON. IOWA. 



oye's Bogi^ Stop^b. 

Fine Pictures an5 Boohs. 




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Unlike Watson's watches, . 
and they are all fully jeweled and elegantly mounted. 
Remember he is Royal Time Keeper to the Kings a;nd 
Queens of America. 




HEADQUARTERS FOR 



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—FINE HATS — 



-FULL LINE MEN'S FURNISHING GOODS.— 



'file •}• Palace -t- Restaurant: 

Is the only first-class Epicurean retreat in Burlington for 
Ladies and Gentlemen. Everything first-class. Open after 
the entertainment. Oysters in every style. 

BRUNO TRIEBAL, Proprietor. 

J. S. Schramm, 

has opened the past few days 

Novelties an Deess Goods, 

. 'andsomb Designs in French Sateens. 

Bargains in Black and Colobbd Silks. 

Large variety of Hamburg, Swiss and Irish-point Embroideries, 

Ladies' and Children's Hosiery, and many other new and 

desirable goods at attractive prices. 



